The appearance of this brilliant brilliance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Shen Qingzhu and Ninth Seat, who were still fighting, have disappeared, and together with them, the broken altar located in the center of the underground.
This sudden change made Lin Qiye frown slightly. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, it was definitely not a good thing. The gorgeous and strange light took the two of them away to the altar, and took Shen Qingzhu, who was about to escape from danger, with him again.
Went back.
On the other hand, looking at the third seat, the moment he saw this light, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Master Yayu is back... Today, none of you can even think of running away!"
He raised his arms, and in the four vortexes behind him, the remaining two budding black flowers quickly bloomed.
Two consecutive figures appeared on the surface of the ink shell, overlapping with the original female figure.
Buzz——!
A low humming sound came from the manor, followed by a heart-wrenching squeaking sound. A large number of steel bars mixed with various metal objects broke through the thick walls and flew into the air, like a circle.
Shape-shaped dark clouds slowly rotated.
At the same time, the originally bright sky quickly darkened, and a black light centered on the third seat swept across the entire manor in the blink of an eye.
In the courtyard, tiny gravels floated up.
Glass and stones also began to float up, and the puddles in the corner of the courtyard rippled, as if they were being turned upside down, and strangely flowed backwards toward the sky.
The floor tiles, sofas, cars, and even the spire of the manor broke off the wall and slowly floated into the air.
A feeling of weightlessness enveloped everyone's bodies.
Lin Qiye's body floated uncontrollably toward the sky, and the existence of gravity seemed to be completely wiped out. Without his point of strength, he could only float slowly and sluggishly in the air.
"Manipulate metal, and control gravity?" An Qingyu frowned slightly.
In mid-air, the third seat was thundering around. His left hand with a gray glow controlled all the metals within the forbidden ruins, and his right hand with a black glow controlled the gravity within the forbidden ruins. The laws of the entire manor were like
It was played between his hands.
"This is 'Klein'..." A solemn look appeared in Lin Qiye's eyes.
"His state will not last long." An Qingyu stared at his figure, pushed up his glasses and said, "His body was already seriously injured, and now that he is forcibly mobilizing so many forbidden ruins, he must be injured.
origin."
"Why did he do this?"
"Ever since Yayu took Shen Qingzhu and the altar away, he has been releasing his power recklessly like crazy. If I guessed correctly, he was delaying time for Yayu." An Qingyu said thoughtfully.
"Delaying time..." Lin Qiye looked at where Shen Qingzhu was standing, "What exactly do they want to do?"
…
Nightmare space.
Shen Qingzhu climbed up from the ground with difficulty, shook his head, and the strong dizziness was dispelled a little.
"Xiao Shen, are you awake?" The ninth seat walked up to him and asked with a frown.
Shen Qingzhu looked at him, then at the murmur not far away, and nodded silently,
"Well, I'm out of that state."
The punch from the ninth seat just now did make him a little dazed, but it did not prevent him from understanding the current situation. The gibbering here was not a situation where he could get by just by pretending.
He rubbed his temples and looked around.
This is still the underground space, the altar is still in its original position, and the huge sword marks above the head are still there... The difference is that Lin Qiye and the third seat have disappeared.
"Where is this?" he asked doubtfully.
"It's my nightmare space."
From the altar, a weak and murmuring voice slowly came, "I used my forbidden ruins to drag you and this altar into a nightmare. Although this place looks the same as the outside world, it is actually a different space."
"Is this a dream?"
"It's a dream, it's not." Yayu slowly stood up from the altar, waved his right hand, and the tuxedo full of bloodstains and wounds disappeared out of thin air, and then another neat and new tuxedo was draped on him.
"Everything that happens here can have an impact on the real world. This place... is a real nightmare."
"What about the third seat? Why didn't he come in?" The ninth seat asked doubtfully.
"We need someone to buy time."
"Delay time?" Shen Qingzhu keenly grasped the key, "What are we going to do?"
The corners of his pale mouth rose slightly as he murmured, and he pointed to the altar at his feet, "Of course, resurrect this altar and guide the god of Hades into the world."
The god of Hades comes to the world...
An undetectable glint flashed in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.
"However, the spiritual power in this altar has not been filled yet, and it will take at least two days." The ninth seat said in a deep voice, "And now that the third seat, the seventh seat, and the twelfth seat are not here, what is needed
It could be longer, do we have that much time?"
"No." Yayu said calmly, "But we have other ways."
"Ninth seat, come up."
Hearing the murmuring call to himself, doubts appeared in the eyes of the ninth seat, but under the influence of the soul contract, he still took steps and jumped to the top of the altar with a slight leap.
"Master Yayu, how can I help?" The ninth seat bowed slightly.
Yayu stared at him for a long time, then slowly spoke:
"The ninth seat... No, He Lin, how many years have you been following me?"
"Eleven years, Sir Yayu."
"Eleven years." Yayu looked into his eyes, with a look of emotion in them, "I still remember that when I first saw you, you were still a depressed young man, obviously possessing great power.
, but are willing to sink in this dirty society..."
"Yes, Sir Yayu." The ninth seat seemed to have recalled something, his eyes were helpless, "If I hadn't met you, I might have starved to death on the street."
"I remember that you liked watching Water Margin very much at that time."
"You have a really good memory."
"Haha, because you told me that I am your Song Jiang."
"Yes, you have always been Song Jiang in my heart."
"Then..." The smile on the corner of Yayu's mouth gradually faded, "Are you willing to die for me, Song Jiang, like the heroes from Liangshan?"
The ninth seat froze on the spot.
"Lord Yayu..."
"He Lin." Ya Yu said calmly, "The spiritual power missing from this altar is exactly equivalent to the 'infinite' spiritual power. As long as you die, these [source conductors] below will transfer your spirit
All the power is absorbed, and the Hades Altar is activated.
For [believers], for me...
go to hell."
The ninth person stared blankly into the murmuring eyes, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"Master Yayu."
"Hmm? Do you have any last words?"
"You really haven't changed at all."
"Oh? What should I say?"
"You are still the same as you were nineteen years ago... you don't like reading."
This incomprehensible sentence left Yayu a little confused.
"Song Jiang has never been a good man, he is just a hypocrite...
The same goes for you."
The ninth seat stretched out his hand and grabbed Ya Yu's throat like lightning!